Nearly everyone is a thief in the taverns of Rodillen, so Sari feels at home with her keen senses waiting for something suspicious. Hiding her awareness behind a friendly and flirty façade, the blue-haired gypsy spins and dances through the crowd. Claiming two goblets of mead that she is sure the real owner won’t miss, she gives the bartender a little twirl of her skirts and leaps onto the nearest table. Jumping from one piece of furniture to another, only the slightly taller blond in strange clothes watches Sari’s approach. Landing in her seat, she hands one of the drinks to her new friend and juggles a dagger…